In the depths of the remote Private Estate Turmoil, or P.E.T. Corporation, a sterile, dimly-lit facility hums with cold precision. Inside, the air is thick with tension as rows of chambers house human experiments, their eyes gleaming with unnatural intensity. "Bringing Earth to its former glory," they’re told. But beneath the lies, they're shaped into superhuman soldiers, forged in secrecy, each one a weapon waiting to be unleashed. The silence is broken only by the distant hum of machinery